To prevent a potential tragedy, Wang Haoran gallantly accompanied Chu Mingzhe to the infirmary.
Judging by his demeanor, it was clear he had been deeply affected by the intimate behavior between Su Bai and Chen Yusheng. If left unchecked, things might spiral out of control.
"Young man, your body is fine—just a slightly weak spleen and stomach. Cut back on late nights," said the doctor at the university clinic, smiling as he put away his stethoscope and withdrew his hand from Chu Mingzhe’s pulse.
Then he added, "And fewer visits to Taoist temples."
Chu Mingzhe: "..."
"Just to be safe, let’s do a blood test. If you still feel unwell, I can prescribe some moxibustion therapy. If everything checks out, you’re free to go."
Wang Haoran was baffled. Doctor, are you practicing traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine? I’d really like to know.
Whatever. At least the "Shanghai guy" was fine—that was the important thing.
Sitting on a bench outside the emergency room, Chu Mingzhe stared blankly into space.
Suddenly, he muttered, "Why the hell is Chen Yusheng so warm toward Su Bai?"
"Well, emotions are unpredictable. Don’t overthink it," Wang Haoran offered as consolation, though his own thoughts were entirely different.
He knew Su Bai’s hidden strengths.
Wealthy, good-natured, handsome—honestly, a perfect match for Chen Yusheng, if you asked him.
...
At the south gate of Jiangcheng University stood a computer mall, a relic of a bygone era.
In this age of self-media and abundant information, everyone knew how unscrupulous merchants in these places could be—swindling newcomers for half their worth and fleecing regulars for everything they had.
Talk of "i9-level CPUs," "military-grade motherboards," or "server-grade RAM" was just flashy marketing for electronic junk scavenged from who-knows-where, assembled into seemingly high-end machines to fool the uninformed.
A rig costing 600 yuan could be sold for 5,600—a tidy profit of 5,000.
Nowadays, anyone who watched a few tech videos knew better than to get scammed here.
But Chen Yusheng was an exception.
She had an in-depth understanding of hardware and software principles, as well as market prices.
She’d even handled procurement for Professor Luo before.
So instead of getting ripped off, she could actually snag bargains—cutting out middlemen and securing prices lower than e-commerce platforms.
That was just her skill.
No wonder Professor Luo praised this freshman to everyone. Of course she was impressive—coding, procurement, and an honest, no-nonsense attitude. Su Bai even suspected the professor might be exploiting her labor...
Su Bai didn’t need to lift a finger, simply following Chen Yusheng and enjoying her haggling prowess.
No doubt, Chen Yusheng was socially awkward.
But when it came to her field of expertise, she was decisive and assertive.
Occasionally, she’d glance back to confirm Su Bai’s needs before negotiating with the vendors.
Soon, she pieced together a full setup.
Then, at a shop with long-standing ties to Professor Luo’s lab, she assembled and tested everything on-site.
"Hey, Xiao Chen, this doesn’t look like lab equipment—all those RGB lights? Professor Luo’s gonna think you’re gaming in the lab," remarked the shop owner, a kindly middle-aged woman, munching on sunflower seeds.
"It is for gaming—for him," Chen Yusheng replied, glancing at Su Bai mid-task.
The affection in her eyes didn’t escape the owner’s notice.
She chuckled but didn’t comment, simply giving Su Bai an approving once-over.
Not bad.
A handsome young man with a good build.
And if he could afford a rig worth tens of thousands, his family was clearly well-off.
Su Bai, oblivious to the scrutiny, was engrossed in watching Chen Yusheng assemble the PC.
She was skilled.
Far more than him.
And yet she claimed to be "not great" at hands-on work—clearly just modesty.
Or maybe, compared to her other talents, this was her weak point.
"...Why do you keep staring at me?"
"Watching you build a PC is fun. Honestly, before meeting you, I never imagined I’d be assembling a computer with a girl. That’s pretty cool, you know?"
"Enough talk. Come help."
They worked together, removing panels and tightening screws.
Their hands brushed occasionally.
A subtle tension began to build.
Meanwhile, Chen Yusheng kept replaying Su Bai’s words in her head.
Apparently, in his eyes, she was special too. Hmph.
Soon, the PC was assembled and powered on.
Next came installing the OS and drivers.
Once everything was ready, it was time for a benchmark test!
The score exceeded Su Bai’s expectations.
Puzzled, he turned to Chen Yusheng for an explanation.
"I set up some overclocking parameters for you. They’ll push performance beyond standard specs."
"Sounds awesome. It won’t explode, right?"
"No. The power supply and cooling have plenty of overhead. With your budget maxed out, I got you the best components."
She spoke with confidence.
Originally, Su Bai had wanted a high-end prebuilt rig costing 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, but Chen Yusheng dismissed it as overpriced. Instead, she put together a custom build for 100,000—ridiculous, but undeniably more powerful.
And it looked sleek, oozing tech aesthetics.
The ultimate dream machine for any gamer.
After paying, Su Bai packed the heavy tower into a foam-lined box and carried it to his car effortlessly.
He then loaded a top-tier monitor, keyboard, mouse, and other peripherals—a full setup costing over 100,000 yuan, with a cashback of around 500,000.
"Where to now?" Chen Yusheng asked. "Not the dorm, right? The power limits there can’t handle this."
"Obviously. I’ve been staying at a hotel near campus. We’ll take it there. Once I find a permanent place, I’ll move it again."
"Oh."
It dawned on Chen Yusheng that Su Bai’s hotel had to be upscale.
Sure enough, they arrived at the JW Marriott.
She recognized the brand and knew it was expensive.
Yet when she stepped into the suite with its river view, the opulence left her unfazed.
This starkly contrasted with Zhou Jialu’s reaction.
Chen Yusheng simply had no interest in lavish materialism—her passions lay elsewhere.
Had the room been filled with AI research GPUs, then she might’ve been as excited as Zhou Jialu.
After helping Su Bai set up the PC, Chen Yusheng belatedly realized she was alone with him in his hotel room.
Normally, she was extremely cautious about being in enclosed spaces with men.
But with Su Bai, her guard had dropped entirely.
As someone who valued logical reasoning, this observation led her to one conclusion: Su Bai wasn’t just a friend to her anymore.
Or, as he put it—a "soulmate."
Sigh...
She was hopelessly, undeniably falling for him.
[Ding!]
[Ding! Detected that S-class goddess Chen Yusheng's affection for Su Bai has exceeded 80 points. Intimate relationship successfully bound!]
[Reward: One lottery draw!]
[Now, spending on Chen Yusheng and fulfilling her indulgent desires will grant the host a 2x~10x cashback!]
Huh?
She’s already crossed the 80-point mark?
To be honest, Su Bai wasn’t entirely surprised. After all, he genuinely felt a strong connection with Chen Yusheng too.
However, with a girl like her—someone fiercely proud and seemingly carrying family secrets—he knew better than to rush things. Slow and steady was the way to win her over.
Yet, against his expectations, she had fallen for him so quickly, reaching the stage of "passionate, unforgettable love."
With a coaxing tone, Su Bai murmured:
“Yusheng, I’ve got a bold idea…”
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
